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The Storm

The storm that’s raging inside my head, Makes me want to stay in bed. I want to stay there day and night, I see the tunnel but not the light. It’s completely exhausting, and a drain, To rationalise what’s going on in my brain. So many thoughts that overwhelm me, I wish it were clear, I wish I was free.

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Date: 8/15/2023 1:50:00 PM
The worst kind of storm, Paige. I hope it gets better if this is about you? A poet friend in Texas, Bill
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